Bingruo's cold face was not harmonious, but now she is diligent, and she hasn't said whether she will see it or not, so she will go on the pole and run to decide for herself.

As soon as the bamboo door opened, Jiumu flew towards Wushuang like a bird that had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, hugged his arm like seeing a relative, and coquettishly said, "Senior Brother mortal, you are here, if you don't come, I will be wasted." ”

Wushuang was grabbed by her and her whole arm was about to be broken, not only did she not withdraw her hand, but also let it ravage, she also doted on her and laughed, and patted her head gently, "Xiao Jiu is not good, how can it be wasted." ”

Jiumu shook his arm and refused to put it down, "I don't care, you must save me." ”

Seeing her Laipi, Wushuang raised his eyebrows, pretended to stare at her seriously, and asked, "Can you do the homework assigned by Uncle Xiao recently?" Staying in this private room for three consecutive days, presumably the homework did not go well.

"Ahh......h ”

I've been doing it all the time, but I'm not doing it well.

"Xiao Jiu wants to get out of this private room, and he has to find out the rules and precepts arranged by Uncle Xiao one by one. "Wushuang is a person who has come over, and this is the case with the first lesson of the disciples, without exception.

Jiumu instantly became bored, his face sank, and he looked sad.

Wushuang smiled and patted her head again, "Okay, let's go in." With that, he walked to the private room.

"Senior Brother mortal, wait for me. ”

The two of you dragged me and stumbled in front of Bing Ruohan, Jiumu still firmly grasped the sleeves of Wushuang's clothes, as if he had invisibly grasped a life-saving straw and refused to let go.

Wushuang saluted Bing Ruohan, but he couldn't raise his hand because of the sticky oil bottle, so he gently smoothed the hand off his sleeve, the expression was soft and gentle, the action was not taboo, and the little hand he grabbed seemed to be unwilling to let go.

Bing Ruohan sat motionless in front of the bookcase, staring at the two people in front of him with gloomy eyes, especially the hand that was not very restful, with a very strange expression.

Wushuang leaned forward slightly, with all the etiquette, arched his hands, and said, "Uncle Xiao is fine, Wushuang came to disturb him to report on the matter." ”

Bing Ruohan took it lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Tomorrow is the Qingming of the mortal world, Wushuang's mother who has passed away in the mortal world for many years, after the vicissitudes of life, no one remembers, and the mound of clothes that is not in the red dust has already been dyed with wind and frost, and there is no appearance, Wushuang wants to go down to the mortal to renovate the mound of clothes, so that a wisp of mother's soul will not be so desolate, so he came to ask the little uncle for instructions to go down to earth. ”

Bing Ruohan pulled out a half-smile, "You have filial piety, and it is reasonable, so you can rest assured." ”

Wushuang smiled back, "Thank you, Uncle Xiao." ”

Jiu Mu, who was standing on the side, heard the word "mortal", and instantly became calm, looking at Wushuang with a look of envy and pleading, "Senior Brother mortal, are you going to the mortal world?"

Wushuang saw that she was now coquettish to herself, regardless of the occasion, standing in front of the little uncle, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "Xiao Jiu can't mess around, I went down to earth this time for the right thing." After speaking, he glanced at the little uncle on the side, intending to show that now that the master is not here, this Zixia Mountain is the little uncle in charge.

Jiumu patted his head, and instantly understood, mortal senior brothers have to ask junior uncles when they go down, and he, a new generation disciple who has not yet mixed up half of the famous hall, of course, must also ask for instructions.

So, without saying a word, he turned the dock and knelt down in front of the little uncle's bookcase, pretending to be gentle, and said pitifully,

"Uncle Xiao, Xiao Jiu is so big, he has never been to the legendary mortal world, and the people in the mortal world have a few legs at the bottom, I haven't seen it, can you let me see it?"

Wushuang listened to her shocking words, and didn't dare to laugh out loud in her heart, immortals and mortals are just two-legged, could it be that there are still four-legged people?

Bing Ruohan glanced at her, let her mess around, didn't say anything, and obviously said no consent on her face.

Jiu Mu continued, "One day in the sky, ten years on the earth, I'm going, but half a pillar of incense will come back, I will never stay in the mortal world for a moment, little uncle?"

He begged him like this, but he did not answer.

"Otherwise, I'll bring the rules of the door, I can't memorize it in this heavenly realm, take it to the mortal world, and get a little common people's popularity, maybe I can memorize it. ”

Lowered his body and begged him, but he didn't nod.

Wushuang pinched a sweat for her, and saw that the little uncle was so unreasonable, so he stepped forward to work hard for her.

"Uncle Xiao, this Xiao Jiu is so insistent on going, it is better to fulfill her, and it may not be a good thing for her to grow up to understand. ”

Jiumu fanned the flames again, plus a pitiful pray,

"Little uncle, Senior Brother Wushuang's words are reasonable. ”

Bing Ruohan looked at Wushuang inexplicably, her eyes were cold, "You also know that she has a few taels, the door rules are still unfamiliar, and the spiritual power is also extremely poor, the mortal world is full of miscellaneous tastes, she will not be able to withstand the baptism of red dust, if she is impregnated with the spiritual root by the filth of the dust, can you have a way to redeem it?"

Bing Ruohan's question, Wushuang's face turned blue, and he was speechless.

I was messing around with her, but I didn't expect this spiritual root to be contaminated, and I am also an immortal cultivator, of course I know that once this spiritual root is destroyed, it will no longer be able to become an immortal.

"Thanks to Uncle Xiao's reminder, otherwise Wushuang will make a big mistake, and it is Wushuang's inconsiderate thought. Wushuang bowed his head three times, as if he had made a big mistake.

Jiumu looked dazed, all people who cultivate immortals have spiritual roots, and they never knew that this spiritual root could be destroyed by the ordinary people of Hongchen, and they didn't know how powerful this baptism of Hongchen was, but looking at the appearance of the mortal senior brother, it seems to be quite serious, and now, I am afraid that I really can't go to the mortal world.

So, Jiumu drooped with a reluctant face, so boring.

Wushuang saw that Jiumu looked depressed, and turned to persuade him,

"Xiao Jiu, Uncle Xiao is right, now your spiritual power is still insufficient, stay and do your homework, and when your spiritual power gradually rises in the future, it is not too late to go to the mortal world to take a look. ”

"But, but ......" Jiumu is still not giving up.

Bingruo coldly ordered, "No, but." ”

Kugi stammered.

……

……

At the entrance of the red dust, Wushuang jumped down, and the dust and filth that came to his face rushed straight to the heavenly spirit with the breath of a hundred flavors, he brushed it down with one hand and raised it with the other.

Halfway through the journey, I suddenly heard someone shouting behind me, "Senior Brother mortal, wait for me." ”

Wushuang hurriedly stopped, and turned around to see Jiu Mu chasing after him, "Xiao Jiu, why are you here, don't die?"

Floating in the red dust halfway through, the clothes blown by the wind were turned upside down, and Jiumu was wrapped in a silk cloak, but it was not against the strong wind, and he was almost blown away by the wind for a while.

Wushuang was quick with one eye, and turned her over with one hand, and in a hurry, he scolded loudly, "Why are you disobedient?"